For those readers that want Tags, this is not a cuckold story. This is not a BTB story. This is a fun story not to be taken seriously.
No one in this story gave or received any STDs. People in the Lifestyle get tested regularly.
Lastly, I am not a judge, a lawyer, or a police officer. I am not in the Alternative Lifestyle, but learning about it on TikTok is amusing.
Enjoy
A perfect marriage was ruined because I was drunk, stoned, and horny. I didn't deserve my husband. But I'm going to get him back. He's still mine and I'm not giving up on us.
Listen to me, if your friends ever want to go on a girls' weekend for fun and excitement, it isn't worth it. Say no and run. Run away. I wish I had.
"Oh, my God! Look how big it is. I need to have that dick," all the girls were cheering and egging each other on.
"Bring that big dick over here to me." It was a free-for-all. But to our defense, we were all drunk off our asses and flying high on something harder than I remember from college.
"Suck that dick, Mary. Mary, Mary!" Mary started it all and each one of us followed like lost sheep.
"Suck that dick Kelly and go home with a smile. Tell your husband how good it was." All the girls laughed. "No pictures," I said.
I had told the girls that Tom was okay with me going away for the weekend and that there would be strippers.
"When you come back, I want all the details and pictures, too, "
my husband, Tom, said jokingly.
Once the twins were in bed, I thanked Tom for letting me go away with the girls. Tom and I have a great sex life. Tom is very athletic and has the stamina to prove it. Sometimes I think he might have a problem. He stays harder and lasts longer than a normal man. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying that I don't know if that's normal.
The girls were calling Tom a cuck and me a hotwife since Tom wanted details and pictures.
"Really." Mary said more as a statement than a question, "Tom is into that!"
"Into what?"
"You know, a guy that likes to hear his wife's stories or watch."
"Watch what," I asked.
"You know. Watching you flirt with other men and maybe even watching you get fucked by other men,"
I just looked at Mary. I was stunned. "I think he was kidding. I'm sure he doesn't want to watch me get fucked by another man."
"Tom is a little... how should I say...submissive and always has been," Mary said with a smile, "but that's okay."
"It's true Kelly," Jen concurred.
"What does that mean Mary and why are you agreeing with her Jen?"
"Look Kelly, all I'm saying is Tom may be a successful take-charge controlling, and dominant man in his career. But he gives you everything you want and never puts up a fight. You can do no wrong in Tom's eyes and get away with anything."
"He does not," I was lying to myself. Tom does well for himself, and he has spoiled me. I don't work. Tom pays my Amazon bill each month and doesn't get mad. I asked if we could hire a house cleaning service, and Tom said yes. I like to cook and bake, or I would have asked for someone to cook for us too.
"The Chevelle," Mary waited for a response.
"That wasn't my fault, and you know it. I didn't run into the giant bird..."
"It's called an eagle Lisa. A Bald Eagle. The national emblem of the United States."
"Whatever. My point is the bird hit me."
"And did the "Eagle" also tell you to drive the car Tom's 1970 Chevelle off the road?"
"I was confused."
"Kelly, most people would have just put on the breaks. It wasn't like you would have time to swerve and miss the eagle. You had already hit the poor thing."
"The bird hit the car. The car didn't hit the bird. And the car wasn't totaled. It just needed a little work.
And it wouldn't have happened if it weren't for you."
"Oh, it's my fault you hit the eagle and drove Tom's car off the road?"
"Look at the eagles. Look at the eagles they're matting.
I was doing fine until you distracted me."
If you don't know, Eagles perform courtship displays in flight, locking talons, spinning through the air fucking as they fall from the sky. Well, one eagle lived while the other smashed into my windshield.
"I can't believe they tried to fine me for killing that damn bird. $100,000 and/or one year in prison."
"It was a good thing Tom got you off on the murder charge," I just shook my head at Mary. Tom wasn't an attorney yet but smoothed things over with the authorities.
"Just because Tom loves me and doesn't yell at me over tiny mistakes doesn't means he wants to watch me get fucked by another man?"
Anyway, I'm a slut now and so were the rest of the girls. No, that's not true. Mary turned me into a slut. Oh, I know. I can't blame Mary for my actions. But she's been getting me in trouble since we met in college. I needed help with a paper once, so Mary wrote it for me. Or rather Margaret Mead did. Mary plagiarized my whole paper.
"Kelly, you should take Anthropology it's a blow-off class, an easy A."
Anthropology is the study of humans, their cultures, societies, and biological evolution across time and space. How was that class going to be an easy A? It would be because Mary said it would.
The only thing I learned from that class is that there is a belief that humans came from the ocean, "Aquatic apes." I was too far along to drop the class. I was going to get an F. Thank you very much, Mary.
If it weren't for a stupid paper, I wrote on the Aquatic ape theory I would have gotten an F. I called my paper Fact or Fiction,
a look into the Sea Monkey Theory.
I figured what the hell I was getting an F anyway. The professor thought my paper was so funny that he gave me a D for the semester.
Mary and I had some fun times together too. Mostly it was Mary getting us into trouble.
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I had no interest in other men or big dicks until this girls' weekend. The big dick or rather dicks were right in front of my face. What was I going to do, "No thank you I have no interest and a big beautiful strong hard dick." No, that's not right, it was too big to be classified as anything less than a cock.
All the other stupid sluts were joining in, so why shouldn't I?
Let me step back a little bit and tell my story.
First, let me say that Mary is my best friend and if it weren't for her, I would never have met Tom. So, she has that going for her.
"Let's do a girls' night out," she said. There were five of us, Me, Mary, Karen, Tina, and Jen. We were all sorority sisters. Karen and Jen were older and not with me, Mary, and Tina for all our four years of stupid get-into-trouble fun. But Karen and Jen did have their own stories too.
"If we're gonna do it, let's do it right, just like the boys would," Mary said.
"What does that mean?" Karen asked.
"Strippers!" Mary responded and all the girls were giddy except Tina.
If a nun could get married, Tina would have entered the nunhood or whatever it's called. Jen and Karen's College goal was to loosen Tina up and get her laid.
"Go find a dick you moody bitch."
Jen and Karen would tease.
Tina was a virgin until she met Brian. We think Brian was a virgin too or gay before Tina introduced him to the heterosexual world. Those two were meant for each other. Even at college, they went to church every Sunday morning. Sometimes Tina was still drunk off her ass from the night before.
"Where do we go to see male strippers," it was Karen who asked.
"Online, you can find anything online," Mary said.
